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that-otome-potato · 3 years ago

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Making Up for Lost Time

This was something I put together for a request sent to me by @lancermylove ages ago. Request: You don't have to do all or even any of the requests I'm sending in. XD Here's my other idea: Kokuyou and s/o grew up together in an orphanage. Kids were mistreated there and s/o was always targeted, but Kokuyou always stood up for her. I imagine kid!s/o not getting food and kid!kokuyou sharing his food with her. They stayed together even through their teen years and even got intimate (nsfw sprinkles, if you like)~. Then one day they had an argument over something at the old Starless, and she disappeared. Kokuyou thought he left her, but she was kidnapped. She was rescued by Kei or Sotetsu and ended up getting engaged to him. When she met Kokuyou, she didn't recognize him, much to his shock. The rest of it, I leave up to your creative mind~. <3 Pairing: Kokuyou x MC (name insert) Rating: NSFW - Explicit Warnings: Kidnapping, detailed sex scene. Note: I'M SORRY THIS IS 6 MONTHS LATE!! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!! Read more to save space because this is a long one...

There were many things Kokuyou found himself regretting throughout his life. Decisions he’d made only to find out he’d been wrong, actions that ended up hurting himself or others. There were fights both physical and verbal, arguments that would lead to tears and wrinkled brows.

It was the same with his relations with __________, but it didn’t stop the passions the two of them had afterwards. Perhaps that was why he sometimes started the heated arguments they would have, because it would often lead to him taking her against any flat surface he could find, the level of privacy depending on how fast he could steal her away from prying eyes.

The two of them had been friends since their days in an orphanage. __________ was the new kid and some of the older boys were picking on her, stealing her food, the day he met __________. It was survival of the fittest back in those days and there was something about the way her eyes peered into his, touching him soul deep even when both of them were so young, that drew Kokuyou to her. He became her personal protector despite her protests.

Many years later, he had been walking down town, skipping school, when he came across a place he’d never seen before. Underneath an unreadable sign, there was a half hidden door that had been propped open. He shrugged and began walking past when he heard music coming from within. Something about the style made his legs move towards the entrance. Inside, it was dark all around the stage, but the stage itself? Lit up like the sun shining on snow covered ground in the middle of winter.

After being asked to join when Koharu had discovered him practicing along with the group on stage, Kokuyou brought ___________ in as a stagehand since she couldn’t be a part of the performers and he couldn’t bring himself to not have her near.

~A couple years later~

“Hey you! Have you seen __________ anywhere?”

The stagehand smiled down at an older Kokuyou. “Made her run off, have ya? You two are always attached at the hip, but you sure argue a lot.”

Koharu raised her head up from the other side of the stage where she had been working on some decorations for the next show. “I saw her run off towards the back door.”

Kokuyou turned to follow, but was stopped by a small hand on his bicep as he passed her. “Kokuyou, I know you’re young and have a lot of time for thoughts of the future, but I know how much __________ means to you. You guys have been friends - and more - for over ten years. I know you love this old place, but don’t you think it’s time to choose? Starless or __________?”

Twenty-one year old Kokuyou threaded his fingers through his hair and released a huff. “__________ wouldn’t ask me to do that, Koharu. She loves this place almost as much as I do.”

“Then think of your future. Is she in it?”

“What do you mean? Don’t ask me such a stupid question.”

“You might want to remind her of that. Especially when she sees other girls and women draped over you, night after night. It’s why you fight more often than not, right?”

Kokuyou stared down at the older woman. She looked worried about what was going on. More so than usual. He just shrugged it off, turning to go back to work. “Koharu, you worry too much. She always comes back, you’ll see.”

He rubbed a painful throbbing that had formed in his chest as he went to follow her.

~Six years later~

Kokuyou woke with a start as the memory of the day __________ had disappeared bore down on his subconscious.

She never came back.

He sat up and clutched his head to keep the memories from that time from taking over, but it never worked - they always blocked his vision of anything else until they had run their course.

The memory about how he had waited three days after not finding her in the alley, before he called her phone only to find out her number had been disconnected. When he had gone to where she worked when not at Starless, they hadn’t seen her in as many days.

‘Must have really pissed her off this time.’ Kokuyou remembered thinking to himself after receiving the news from her job. Eventually, he had left that thought alone in the back of his head. He’d pined silently for her, kicking himself for fucking up so bad because he never told her his feelings for her. Koharu had been right - it wasn’t his style, but he should have told her that she wasn’t just his fuck buddy and best friend.

All these years later, it was still one of his greatest regrets. He just threw himself into Starless more after, trying to get past her loss. But it wasn’t as easy as he thought it would be.

At times like this, by himself in his room, he thought about her. His early life was filled with memories of her that played before his eyes now like a movie. How they’d met as kids, the time she had given him a black eye because he was new to teenage hormones and had said something she hadn’t liked. How they grew up together, were each other’s first kiss. How they had acted on their attraction after he’d graduated, when she was in her third year of high school.

The memories from then on hurt him the most.

Those memories were softer, more intimate, where Kokuyou showed _________ what he felt for her with his body rather than with his words. He told her how special she was to him when he would carry her bridal style to the bed they shared.

‘You are beautiful’ when he would place kisses all over her barred flesh. ‘You are my world’ when he touched his lips to the heat between her legs, worshiping her as she deserved, making her cry out in pleasure.

‘I love you’ when he entered her slowly to set a steady pace he knew would set her body aflame with desire, his own always responding in kind.

‘I need you with me’ when, after their thirst for each other was quenched, he would face her in bed to take one of her hands and lace their fingers together and hold her tight against his larger body.

Now, Kokuyou rubbed his large hand over his face and flopped back onto his back in the bed they’d once shared. He placed his hand on the side of the bed you had favored, spreading his fingers out as if seeking the heat you left there, long since gone.

His stomach clenched as the last days they had spent together returned. How they had come together in a frenzy after a particularly intense rehearsal with the other guys. The muscles of his lower belly tensed, the tip of his hard manhood weeping and begging for attention.

Kokuyou took himself in hand and began stroking, thinking about how __________’s lips used to feel around him, sucking him deep. The way her body gripped him like a vice the closer she got to climaxing as she rode him hard and fast. In mere moments, thoughts of their sexual activities over the years they were together brought about release, leaving thick streams over his skin and pooling in his bellybutton.

When his heart rate calmed again, he let out a ‘tch’ with disgust. When would it end? Why did no other woman he’d been with since then, haunt him like __________ did? Was it her spirit refusing to leave him alone? He immediately cut that thought off. He refused to believe anything happened to her that was irrevocable and meant they woudln’t meet again. She was out in the world somewhere, living her best life away from Starless - away from him - and she was happy.

It had to be enough.

Kokuyou turned over to look at his phone charging on the bed next to him and saw he still had an hour before he had to get up. He had to get his head in the game today - It was the first day of a new versus challenge, and his team was up against Rindou and his crew.

‘Might as well start warming up then’. He thought to himself as he sat up once more, flinging his legs over the side of the bed to place his bare feet on the cold ground.

An hour later, he was at Starless.

~*~

After warming up with the rest of Team W and going over the performance one more time, Kokuyou and the rest of his team went into the locker room to change into their performance costumes.

“Has anyone else heard about Sotetsu’s lady friend?”

“Why? That’s K stuff.”

Takami, who had asked the question, shrugged, his blood red eyes flashing with his smile. “I bring it up simply because no one else has mentioned it. I felt the topic merited conversation. Particularly since it’s Sotetsu.”

When he received a number of confused looks, Takami released an exasperated breath. “There is no greater teaser of women in all the city than him. What kind of woman is she to have gotten so close to him?”

‘__________ would have,’ Kokuyou’s thoughts wandered as he pulled his shoes on. He ‘tsk’d, shaking his head to scatter such thoughts.

The small sound he had created caught Takami’s attention, drawing his studious gaze unbeknownst to him.

Hours later, the show having just finished, Kokuyou and the rest of that night’s performers were just finishing changing when Sotetsu poked his head in, still in his Wait staff attire.

“Everyone decent? V.I.P coming in.”

“V.I.P? What the fuck is he on about?” Kokuyou wasn’t expecting a reply, but got one from Sin.

“Sotetsu’s V.I.P.”

Kokuyou pushed his curiosity away. That bastard’s friend had nothing to do with him. He was just finishing packing his gym bag to head home, when he heard a voice that made his entire being freeze in place. One he never thought he’d hear again.

‘It can’t be…' he thought to himself as he turned slowly, his brows furrowed deep as his crimson gaze honed in on Sotetsu before moving to the woman next to him. He felt a gasp catch in his throat in its attempt to escape.

It was __________. At first, he hoped his eyes were deceiving him, that his dreams from the night before were affecting his waking world, but Sotetsu introduced her by name and it was Kokuyou’s missing lover.

A look of displeasure became etched deeper and deeper on Kokuyou’s face. What the hell was going on? Where has __________ been for the last six years? Why is she with Sotetsu of all people? He wanted, needed, to know, but all the pain he felt after and since she disappeared came back in one fell swoop, making his chest hurt. Something he didn’t like at all and he felt the need to knead his chest muscles with his knuckles to relieve the tension.

When Sotetsu got to him with the introductions, her eyes widened then furrowed ever so slightly with a look of confusion. So, she recognized him. There was infinitesimal relief at that information that had managed to get past his upset at her arrival.

Back out in the break area outside the locker room, Sotetsu left her with Team W so he could help his own team with something. The moment Sotetsu was out of sight, but before his team could move in on her with their curiosity, Kokuyou strode over to her on long legs, gripped her upper arm with his strong hand, and dragged her towards the back alley.

She protested, but he barely felt it.

Once outside, he let her wrench herself away and she spun on him, hackles and fist raised in defense as she faced him like a cornered animal.

“What the hell is going on?!”

“I’d ask you the same thing, __________. What are you doing here with Sotetsu?”

She bristled at his question. “I don’t see how it’s any of your business. I don’t even know you!”

Not much could shock Kokuyou. But her words caused his body to cease any kind of movement and his eyes went wide. Didn’t know him? How was that fucking possible/ Sure, he’d changed a bit over the last six years, but they’d slept together for years before that. No one could know him better than her.

Kokuyou reached out and clasped her shoulders to make her focus on him. “What do you mean, you don’t know me?”

__________ moved her arms to her front, as he’d taught her when they were younger, and quickly broke his hold on her before shoving the palm of one of her hands up into his nose. Pain exploded from where she had hit him and he reared back.

“Motherfucker!” Kokuyou howled, his hands moving to cover his injured nose, relieved that it was somehow not bleeding.

“I mean, I don’t know who you fucking are beyond Sotetsu’s introduction, asshole. Touch me again and I’ll kick your ass into next week.”

A sense of nostalgia came over Kokuyou as she stormed off back towards the others, the exact same way she had the last time they’d fought.

He needed to talk to Sotetsu since she likely wouldn’t speak to him any time soon after the way he acted.

~*~

The next day, Kokuyou found Sotetsu in the back alley taking a smoke break. Kokuyou took out his own pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket as he sat on one of the stairs and pulled one out. He cursed under his breath when he pat his pockets down for his lighter and it was missing.

He eyed Sotetsu for a moment. “Can I get a light?”

A moment later, Sotetsu flicked the tab on his zippo and it flared to life. Kokuyou leaned forward, lit the end and took a drag of his cigarette before sighing.

“What’s on your mind, Kokuyou?” Kokuyou looked at the side of Sotetsu’s head from where he sat two steps up behind him and to Sotetsu’s right.

“That friend of yours…”

“What about her?”

“You know her past?”

Sotetsu released his own sigh, a wisp of smoke escaping and moving up into the sky. “Nah, though not for a lack of trying. Why? Do you know something?”

‘Ever the info broker.’ Kokuyou simply shrugged. “Knew her back in the day. Doesn’t remember me though."

Sotetsu looked at him from over his shoulder for a few moments. Kokuyou could feel his limbs twitch under the other man’s gaze. Kokuyou readied himself to decline any further questioning the other man may want to perform, but Sotetsu just shrugged and focused his golden gaze forward.

“Want me to talk to her?”

Kokuyou frowned. “Why? What would be in it for you?”

Sotetsu took another drag from his cigarette, released the smoke, and smiled at nothing before him. “For entertainment’s sake, of course.”

Kokuyou just rolled his eyes, causing the other man to chuckle. “I’ll be straight with you, Kokuyou. It’s more than entertainment. She’s my friend and I want her to be happy. She is also a nut I’ve been unable to crack since I met her because she doesn’t remember her childhood.”

This caught Kokuyou’s attention. “She doesn’t remember anything?”

“Yeah. I’ve tried asking her about her past, but when she doesn’t avoid the subject altogether by talking around it, she unintentionally alludes to not knowing things. Even her birthday.”

Without even realizing it, Kokuyou blurted out her birthday, then immediately pursed his lips tight to keep from offering the other man anything else. Sotetsu just smirked.

“Thanks for that. Now I know when to celebrate. To repay you for the date, a little info for info. Over the last year that I’ve known her, I’ve gotten two impressions from her: Something traumatic happened to her and that she cared deeply for someone from her past. Since you say you knew her once, maybe you’ll be able to help her regain her memory.”

Kokuyou watched Sotetsu stand to go back inside before turning back to stare into the alley behind the shop.

“Oh, and Kokuyou?” Kokuyou looked up at him again. “If you hurt her, I will insist on a rematch between us. Next time, I won’t lose to you. More will be at stake than my pride.”

A scoff escaped his lips at the brunette’s boastful proclamation. He had learned his lesson when she had disappeared the first time. He wouldn’t let his anger get the better of him again. At least he’d try not to. ‘Memory loss, huh? Makes sense now.’

The question he really needed to ask was after how he’d spoken to her earlier, would she listen?

~*~

Several days later…

“Kokuyou? Sotetsu said you wanted to talk about something? He said you might be able to help me find out about my past.”

‘Meddlesome asshole…’ Kokuyou sighed when he heard __________’s voice. Though he had a few other choice titles to bestow the Team K member, he was also a little happy for the other man’s help.

Several days had passed since Sotetsu’s introduction. In that time, __________ had only been back once and when she had been here, it had felt as if she had been avoiding him the whole time. Honestly, he couldn’t blame her after the way he’d grabbed her - his nose still ached. So when he watched her approach him now from under the table he was at, he couldn’t help but feel a little leery on the inside.

“Yeah, I know about your past. Are you sure you want to know? That you’re ready?” A nod from her made him pause as he finished repairing the table in the audience area, then moved until he could look up at her.

She stood above him, arms crossed under her breasts, pushing them up enticingly, yet he noted the way her hands gripped the elbow of the opposite arms. She gave off an air of being strong and in charge with her words, but her actions spoke of anxiety and fear. Of what he might tell her in answer? Understandably, but this wasn’t the same woman he knew before she disappeared. What happened to her?

Kokuyou stood up from the floor and pulled a chair out. He set it backwards against the table, flung a leg over the side and sat, crossing his arms over the back before looking at her. He tilted his head towards the chair next to him indicating she should sit down, which she reluctantly did, never releasing the hold she had on herself.

“What do you wanna know?”

__________ looked down at the top of the old, chipped, wooden table before looking back up at him with determination. “Where am I from? How do you know me?”

Kokuyou scratched his chin as he looked at her, then nodded when that determination remained. “You came to the orphanage that I’d been living in when I was, oh, eight or so. You were six. Don’t know why you got left there, never asked. Didn’t even notice you at first until one of the other kids in my age group and his crew started picking on you.”

He carded his fingers through his blood red locks and let out a sigh. “Dunno why, but I felt compelled to help you with them. Even after they stopped bothering you all together, I couldn’t bring myself to stop trying to protect you. There was just something about you that drew me in and I didn't want to leave. You were fun, witty, smart. We were friends until I was nineteen and you were seventeen."

"Is that when I lost my memory?"

'Should I tell her we were sleeping together?' Kokuyou asked himself, looking away for the first time since he started.

"Kokuyou? What happened next?"

He released a sigh. After she had disappeared, he had sworn to himself that if she ever returned, he'd never lie to her and would put her first. But how do you tell someone who'd lost their memory that you used to fuck?

"Our friendship remained, it just...evolved to something more."

"More? As in..." Kokuyou turned to face her, red eyes locking on hers and refusing to release. Her cheeks colored a pretty shade of dark pink and that told him she'd caught onto his meaning. "I...I see."

One of Kokuyou's dark eyebrows shot up nearly to his scarlet hair. "You believe me?" __________ nodded. "Why? Because of your lost memory, we may as well have just met. Everything I just told you could have been a lie."

She just nodded. "You're right about that. I don't know. Something about seeing you makes my stomach feel strange but not in a bad way. Perhaps it's similar to your story about how we met? Besides, you're the only one who's made me feel like that and gave me some form of answers about my past. Not even Sotetsu could help me find out about my past. All though, he probably could have complied an entire history on me if I knew my last name, birthdate, etc." She continued staring at him, any trace of her previous blush was gone.

"Trusting you feels right."

Her last words were like a punch in the gut because she had said something like that when they were kids. "You've said that to me before." Kokuyou felt a small, soft smile form unbidden on his lips.

__________ gave him a look of surprise for no longer than the blink of an eye before scooting her chair closer to his and placing her smaller hands on either side of his face to make him focus on her. An awkward moment followed where she stared deep into his wide eyes as if trying desperately to find something hidden in their depths.

What was she looking for? Could she see the answers she sought in his eyes? Could she see his last memories of her, with her back facing him as she stormed off, playing back over and over in his head over the years? How that thought, and the accompanying regret, haunted him until this day? The regret he felt for not going after that day and how he took for granted that she would always return?

A shorter version of __________'s name escaped his lips, deep and raspy, as if he'd spent too much time in the smoke surrounding a campfire - like sandpaper on wood on a humid summer day. A tone and texture reserved for the bedroom when two lovers are in the midst of passions, when sugar sweet words get whispered between them. A voice that only she had ever caused him to use - no woman since had done so.

He watched as her eyebrows flew up under her bangs in surprise, followed by a slight pinkening of her cheeks, before her brow scrunched hard as if in deep thought. A grunt of pain escaped her when she looked to the side while still clutching his face. Kokuyou reached up to gently hold both of her wrists in his hands, concern flooding him. "__________? What's wrong?"

In a snap, her eyes went wide and she shoved herself away from him despitehis grip on her. She covered her mouth with her hands as she sent herself flying back in her chair. Kokuyou moved with her in reflex, to catch her so she wouldn't hit her head on the polished concrete floor. He managed to wrap himself around her, her neck in the crook of his arm and his other arm around her waist, as they fell to the floor with a crash of chairs and tables he'd hit on their way down.

Once they'd settled again on the floor, Kokuyou shifted so he was looking down at her in concern. He wanted to chuckle because she'd managed to keep her hands cupped over her mouth and eyes tightly shut during the entire situation, but he didn't feel the time was right.

When he heard the sound of multiple sets of feet rushing over, all expressing shock and concern at the cacophony the two of them had made, Kokuyou waved them off, assuring them everything was okay and that he'd teased her too much.

As soon as their audience had vacated - Kokuyou could still feel Sotetsu's eyes on him - he used his hand not under her to show her rare tenderness when he brought his hand up to stroke her cheek with his palm, moving strands of her hair from her face.

"You good? What was that?"

His focus honed in on her when he felt her whole body shiver at his touch. The sensation was achingly familiar to him from their days as lovers.

After a few moments of silence, __________ sighed. "Kokuyou? Did we argue a lot... before?" Kokuyou grunted his confirmation as he paused his hands movement on the side of her face.

"I...I think...I see..." She uncovered her face and looked up at him with tears in her eyes. Hope dared to flare in his heart at the flicker of recognition growing in her eyes.

Kokuyou quickly sat up, bringing __________ with him, never taking his eyes off of her. "Do you remember something?"

She cast her gaze around as if with new eyes, then they landed on him and she smiled before wrapping her arms around him. When she pulled herself close to his pierced ear, she whispered, "I remember everything."

Kokuyou turned his head to stare at her in shock. She remembered everything? "Everything?"

__________ nodded. "I remember how I stormed off after our fight. I'm sorry I'm so late coming back."

He turned away from her and wrapped his strong arms around her tight. "Stupid, you don't need to apologize for that. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you," he growled into her shoulder, pressing his nose to her shirt, taking in her familiar sweet scent.

She nuzzled her nose into his neck, her hot breath on his flesh sending chills down his spine. "If I'm not allowed to apologize, neither are you."

They embraced for a time, not nearly enough to make up for their six-year separation, before Kokuyou pulled away enough to look into her shining eyes. He tilted his head slightly in question as to why her eyes were watering and she chuckled. __________ just shook her head.

"You look older than I remember." This made Kokuyou grown playfully at her before huffing.

"You haven't changed a bit."

There was so much he wanted, needed, to say. So much he should have told her before she disappeared for six years. But no words came forward.

"Let's go to my place. Can't talk here." ___________ nodded immediately and they left the shop, hand-in-hand.

~*~

After being attacked by two dozen gazes of differing emotions as they left Starless, Kokuyou and __________ were back at his place in no time.

Kokuyou watched her as she walked around the small apartment; eyes taking in every detail she could see aorund her, soft fingers trailing along every surface she came in contact with to feel familiar textures. He could hear her take in scens around her with happy little hums.

"Nothing's changed? In all this time?"

Kokuyou's shoulders lifted and he gave her a look of indifference. "Been busy at Starless and keeping Mizuki out of trouble."

Things instantly quieted and he knew why - his dedication to Starless. The reason for their arguments. He knew it was a problem he'd had from the beginning, but he wasn't going to change. She had known that, yet it had been upsetting to her enough to storm off where it wasn't safe, leading to her getting caught by an unknown enemy.

"Sotetsu mentioned him. Team B's leader, right?" Kokuyou nodded. He felt everything inside him freeze and heat up at the same time when __________ returned to stnd before him. She gently placed her smaller hand on his chest, the heat of her touch seeping into him, thawing the ice that had formed in her absence.

She looked up at Kokuyou again for a moment tht felt like an eternity. "I was wrong."

When he looked at her in confusion again, she smiled softly at him. "You've changed. You've become even more handsome than I remember." After she gave her words time to sink in to his thoughts, she offered him a frown to match his own.

"Kokuyou, I have to ask: After everything that's happened over the last six years, could there ever be an 'us' again? Even when my memory was taken from me, my heart never belonged to another. But I don't know if you feel the same."

He didn't know what to say in reply. So many years has passed - faceless women, places, events - she had been like a phantom, a wraith, in the back of his mind, coming forward in his times alone where dark thoughts took over and when he needed release. No one had replaced her in his heart. Yet she was the one asking about a potential future, a continuation of what they'd had before.

This had to be a dream.

His depraved mind was playing tricks on him again, making him think she'd returned. He was still asleep in his bed - had to be. Her scent, the feeling of her skin, her body against his, all figments of his imagination. If he was right, and this was his mind giving him a sight he'd longed for for so long, then he was going to enjoy it. If it turned out he was completely mad, then so be it.

Without uttering another word, Kokuyou placed his hands on both sides of her jaw and drew her into a deep, passionate kiss, thrusting his tongue past her lips when she gasped in surprise, to tangle his tongue with her own.

It didn't take her long to recover before melting into his kiss, pressing her body against his as if she couldn't get close enough. It felt familiar, this kiss. It felt like home. It felt different, too - the six year gap lending their meeting of lips a sense of newness.

Kokuyou moaned into her mouth that scorched him like the sun when she took his tongue between her sucked hard on it, reminding him of more things her talented mouth could do.

His hands trailed down her arms, her sides, pausing at the hem of her shirt, placing his thumbs under the cloth to touch the skin of her belly. He marveled at the feeling; Soft as velvet covering firm muscle, heating up under his finger the longer his hand lingered there. He pulled away, their lips smacking at the separation, and he looked into her eyes. Half-lidded, heady desire gazed back.

"Koku -"

Kokuyou felt a sound rumbling in his chest at the use of the shortened version of his name she had started calling him as children, something only she had been allowed to do.

Slanting his lips across hers, he took them hungrily once more. He gripped the hem of her shirt and pulled away long enough to jerk the offending fabric over her head and allow her to do the same to his red sleeveless shirt, both articles of clothing flying off somewhere else in the room.

His lips were instantly back on her skin, attacking her neck this time and tasting the sweat that was leaving her flesh shining and making his mouth water. He was spurred on by her deep groans and breathy moans, especially when she latched on to leave a petal-shaped mark on her neck, under her earlobe.

Through the fog of arousal currently clouding his vision and thoughts, he felt her hands touching his hard chest, curling her fingers slightly to leave red lines on his tanned flesh. Without warning and with surprising strength, she pushed against him hard enough for him to fall back on the bed. He looked up at her in surprise as she immediately jumped onto him to straddle his hips, his arousal pressing against the zipper of his jeans to nestle comfortably in her cleft through her cloth pants. He gripped her hips with his large hands to steady her, relishing in the feel of her body on his in such an intimate way.

Kokuyou had to choke back a moan as __________ began rocking her hips back and forth along his clothed shaft, her body undulating like a wave in the ocean. His hands moved from her hips, up her torso under her shirt, to cup her breasts through her bra, feeling her pebbled nipples against his palms. __________ didn't seem satisfied when he didn't squeeze her breasts, so she placed her hands over his and made his hands grip them harder without ceasing how her hips were moving over him.

"Fuck, _________, you been practicing? Where did you learn this?" Kokuyou panted out as he took her nipples between his calloused thumb and index fingers, rolling them with his digits.

"I've always been lusty, I'm remembering. Might have seen this on a vid or two and wanted to try it but no guy over the last few years has been the right one. Not Sotetsu, either, though he expressed interest." She let her voice trail away as the quiet was filled with panted breath and the rustling of clothes. Then she looked at him and stopped moving all together. "So Koku, when are you going to fuck me?"

Kokuyou blinked up at her in surprise before smirking. He sat up straight, wrapped his strong arm around her waist and flipped them over so he was looming over her. He used his arm around her to move her further onto the bed, then he used his free hand to pull her bottoms off, the heat from their activity burning him from the inside out, flaring hotter when he found she wasn't wearing panties.

He raised one dark eyebrow in question towards her. All she did was shrug. Kokuyou chuckled and finished removing her bottoms, leaving nips and kisses on the revealed skin of her body and lower. Pants cast elsewhere, he pressed his middle and ring fingers against her entrance, finding no resistance from the level of arousal she was feeling. Pride filled his chest when her body shivered from the top of her head to the tips of her cute toes. A rumble escaped him from deep in his chest, his body moving down and curling to place his lips on her sensitive bud above where his fingers were sliding in and out of her body.

__________ reached into his hair, gripping the crimson strands hard and holding him closer as he devoured her, drinking down the sounds she was making and the desire pooling between her legs.

"K...Koku, wait. I... I want..."

Kokuyou released her clit with a wet pop before looking up at her while licking his lips clean of her sweet essence. He smirked at the sight of her eyes dialating with desire and following his tongue along his lower lip.

"What do you want, __________?" He eagerly awaited her answer with a smirk as he continued slowly moving his finger within her, scissoring them to stretch her for him so she couldn't feel pain.

She used her grip on his short hair to pull him up so she could take his lips that shone in the dim light of the room, tasting her arousal on him. "I want to fuck like we have six years to make up for and not a lot of time to do it."

Kokuyou nearly choked in surprise as her words caused an intense shot of arousal straight to his groin. "That can be arranged."

He almost didn't recognize his own voice for how much deeper and raspier it was with his desire.

Kokuyou sat back, __________ moving with him, and together they removed his pants and boxers lightning fast. __________ fell back on the bed again, Kokuyou falling on her, their torsos gliding against each other easily from the sheen of sweat on both of them. As he moved forward to kiss her again, he hooked both of her knees with his hands, pressing her knees up near her shoulders, his shaft drawn towards her heat as if controlled by magnets. With one easy snap of his hips forward, he was completely sheathed inside her. __________ called out and he looked towards her in concern, thinking he'd hurt her somehow, but all he saw was her flushed face and blown pupils.

__________ reached around her sides to grip his hips when he didn't move once inside her, and dug her blunt nails into his skin and growled in frustration.

"Come on, Koku. Show me how you've changed. Unless you've gotten rusty..."

A bark of a laugh, rare in sound and form, escaped him at her challenge. "Damn, woman, gimme a sec. It's been a while since I've felt this good being with someone. Couldn't have things end too soon, right?"

"Like at the school festival my final year of high school?"

Kokuyou frowned at her before giving her a punishing thrust and smirking at her gasp. "Why didja ahve to bring that up now? I'm gonna have to prove myself now." __________ started giggling until Kokuyou pulled his hips back again and plunged back into her hot depths and she gasped again, reaching for his forearms to leave rescent marks on his taught, tanned flesh. The marks darkening when he rubbed the crown of his manhood along a particularly sensitive spot within her body.

Over the next several minutes, with his hands holding her hips steady, while the speed at which Kokuyou moved within __________ increased, making her quiet gasps turn into shouts of pleasure.

Kokuyou could feel her body tightening, forming a vice grip around him. He trailed a finger from her hips to her belly button, up between her breasts and across her collarbone, with a feather-light touch even as he conintued his near punishing pace. While the one had was moving up behind her neck, his other hand moved between them where their bodies were joined, to rub little circles around her clit. He was determined to make her find release twice before he found his own. At least at first - the night was still young. His pride demanded it after her comment earlier.

Before he knew it, he had __________ screaming her release, drawing blood from where she had latched onto his arm with her nails. Kokuyou paused for a moment to be sure he wouldn't be following her in her bliss, but he didn't quit his ministrations on her body, doing what he could to keep her orgasm going.

"That's one." He smirked at __________ and, before she could say anything or protest, he flipped her over onto her stomach, pulled her up by her hips so she was on her hands and knees, then re-entered her body and receiving a cry of surprise.

"O-one? One what? Orgasm? How many are you planning to pull out of me!?"

"You're talking too much. Seems like I'm not doing my job right, keeping anything but gasps and moans from leaving those sexy lips."

___________ turned to look at him from over her shoulder, lips slightly parted as she panted for breath. Kokuyou leaned over her to probe those pouty lips with his fingers until she opened fully for him, running her tongue over his digits, tasting herself on his skin.

Kokuyou used the anchor he had of his fingers in her mouth. He gently tugged back until she was on her knees, her back to his front, his manhood still buried deep inside her. __________ made a noise of confusion past his fingers, but it soon melted into a heady groan as he began moving once more, hitting spots inside her she didn't know she had. He offered a groan of his own when he felt her wet heat squeeze him. He leaned in to press his lips to her ear at the same time he placed his free hand on her lower belly with his fingers splayed to cover more space.

"You still affect me the same way you did before. The way you move, the way you talk, how you sound when we're fucking, how you touch me and I, you. If anything, you have an even greater affect on me now than ever before. I just wanna stay right where I'm at forever, even after both of our bodies collapse from exhaustion." She reached up with one hand to pull his fingers from her mouth. "You...nng...may get your...aah!...wish, Koku."

From constant stimulation from his movement, even after he made her come once, he could feel her muscles contracting around him again and could feel a vibration wracking her body. His glutes tensed when she grabbed his ass with her other hand. "Have I brought you close to falling apart again already?" His whispered words against her ear made her shaking intensify, his pistoning hips moving faster, chasing his own climax still with her help.

"What do you think? Now give it to me harder, Koku. I won't break."

Kokuyou sighed heavily at her words, feeling them course through him like a drug shot straight into his veins. He pushed her back down on to the bed, took both sides her hips into his hands again, and proceeded to drill into her at a punishing pace, sweat falling from his temples in rivulets, dripping down his sculpted torso to mix with her arousal on his cock as he moved.

Several choice curse words escaped his lips when her body gripped him tighter and tighter with her impending release. He could feel his own crawling up his shaft with each second he held back. "I can feel you getting close, you're gripping me so tight. Making it hard to hold back."

"Then don't hold back."

"Sure..." he panted, brows furrowed in concentration and his long, strong fingers moving to her nub once more to apply pressure to help her reach her end.

All it took was a few passes of his rough finger tips on her sensitive flesh for her to scream her release, soaking him and the sheets beneath her. Kokuyou waited as long as he could after she climaxed before following her into the oblivion of release, pulling out just before his orgasm exploded from him in thick, white streams over her shapely ass and back.

He slowly leaned over her back and bit on her shoulder gently, affectionately, before collapsing onto his side next to her, pulling __________ in close - her back to his front while they caught their breaths. When they had calmed, __________ turned over in his arms to wrap one of her own around him. Kokuyou looked down at her the same time she looked up and they shared a tender kiss.

"That was better than I remember. You've been practicing?" Kokuyou wasn't sure how to answer her. Tell her the truth or shake it off? Distract her with more loving as he'd planned and promised? She gave him an out before he could decide. "It's ok, you know. We weren't together. I probably would have never remembered you if we hadn't met again."

"Yea, I practiced a bit, but they weren't you, so it wasn't the same." He let silence fall between them before asking what he had wanted to since she walked in the door with Sotetsu. "I have to ask... what happened when you disappeared?"

She cast her gaze down to stare at his collarbone while he maneuvered them around to take her hand not already on him and laced their fingers together. "I... was grabbed and knocked out in the alley. I remember fighting my attackers, but ultimately failed. Woke up in a glass box with breathing holes, wearing a hospital gown. No one spoke to me directly though there were other people around. I screamed at them to let me go, I screamed for you to find and save me, for someone to release me. I screamed so much that I lost my voice for a time. That's when they would take me to a room with a surgical table with monitors all around, strap me down and hook me up to those machines.

"Then the whispers started and my memories of anything before that day began to fade as if they never existed. There were a couple times I almost remembered, but then they would play a song and it'd disappear again. I don't know how they did it or why, but I'm not sure I want to know now. What if it makes me forget again?"

Kokuyou pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead. "Things are different now. I'll protect you better this time."

__________ nuzzled against his bare chest and sighed contentedly, as if she had been waiting to hear him say that forever. "I love you, Kokuyou."

His heart gave a heavy thump. She'd said it when they were younger, but it'd been so long ago, he'd started wondering if it was fabricated by his mind. Then Koharu's words from the day __________ had disappeared came to him about reminding __________ how he felt. He wouldn't make that mistake again.

"I Lo..."

"Oi! Kokuyou! Where the hell are ya, big bro? You ran off without finishin' ya shift!"

Kokuyou grumbled about kids interrupting things under his breath and __________ giggled. They heard Mizuki pause, obviously listening because he'd heard something.

His hearing was becoming more canine, because from the outside of Kokuyou's bedroom, he shouted, "__________ is with ya? Wacha doin'? Fuckin'?"

Kokuyou shot out of bed and pulled on the pants he'd worn to Starless that day, hurrying to his door before the kid could barge in and see __________ in her state of undress.

"I'm about to beat some manners into him, I swear." He growled, making __________ laugh as he exited his room and coming face to face with the younger man.

Mizuki did his best to try to see past Kokuyou, who was blocking the open door, but Kokuyou gently cuffed him on the side of the head, earning the younger man's ire.

"Wacha do that for!? I was just curious."

"Too curious." Mizuki just glared at him. "Yeah, that's __________. It's a long story I ain't gonna tell ya right now, so leave it."

"Yeah, yeah," Mizuki rolled his golden eyes and went up on the tips of his toes to call out past Kokuyou's shoulder. "Sorry __________!"

"It's ok, Mizuki." __________ came up behind Kokuyou wearing one of his shirts, exhibiting no shame in her lack of clothing.

Mizuki blushed slightly when he saw her then looked at Kokuyou for an answer. "We dated when we were younger and were catching up."

"Catching up while naked?" Kokuyou saw the disbelief on his face and made his hand into a fist again.

"What if it, kid?"

"Koku, be nice. He was worried when you left the shop suddenly." Mizuki's eyes went wide at her use of the short version of his name. Kokuyou saw this and glared at Team B's leader.

"Don't go gettin' ideas. Only she gets to call me that."

Mizuki shrugged and looked at __________. "So, did ya 'catch up'?" Mizuki added air quotes to the last words with his fingers.

"That's gonna be a work in progress. I haven't seen Kokuyou in a few years."

"So ya gonna be 'round for a while?"

"Yup. That ok?"

Mizuki rolled his eyes again as if that was the dumbest question seh could ask. "Of course. Just don't disappear again."

"Can do!" she replied returning the fist bumb he offered her.

Satisfied, Mizuki turned away from the room and went into the small open kitchen, grabbed something in the refridgerator and gave it a sniff for freshness and a soda, then left out the front door.

There were several moments of silence as both Kokuyou and __________ stared at the front door where Mizuki had left out of.

"So. Think he'll be back sometime before midnight?"

"Possibly. He's probably hanging out with his team, planning the next event."

"We have the apartment to ourselves again."

"Yup."

"Wanna pick up where we left off?"

"Hell yeah!"

__________ quickly moved behind Kokuyou, reared back her open palm and slapped Kokuyou on his ass before running into the bedroom with cackling laughter.

"Oh you're gonna get it now, woman." Kokuyou smirked as he quickly followed her, both collapsing onto the bed together to pick up where they left off in their goal of making up for the last six years separation.

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ahgaseda · 5 years ago

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two can keep a secret || chapter 09

⇥ synopsis : when your father reveals his intention to remarry, you find an unlikely confidant in Mark, your soon-to-be stepbrother, but what began as a revenge fling ironically becomes far more complicated...

⇥ warnings : this story in its entirety includes but is not limited to strong language and dialogue, recurring alcohol and drug use, and explicit sexual content, and is intended for an adult audience only!

Jackson could always be counted upon. Mark slipped him a text and you weren’t the least surprised when Jackson left, citing some excuse about needing to run to the store for booze in preparation for his next party.

Conveniently left alone with Mark, the moment the door shut, you rose from your seat and huffed, “Real subtle.”

Mark was hot on your heels, fueled by the glass or two of liquid courage in his system. “I wanna talk.”

“Maybe I don’t,” you snapped, stomping to the living room before whirling around to chide him. “Did you ever think of that? Or are you so far up your own ass about what you want that you forgot there’s two people in this fucked up relationship?”

Mark stopped in his tracks. “So she’s angry,” he retorted, snide. “I’ll take that over silence.”

You scoffed and folded your arms tightly across your chest. “Of course, you will. You like when I’m angry, don’t you? When I’m angry, I end up in your bed.”

“Don’t play victim,” Mark said in a low tone that made you shiver, narrowing his eyes. “You know better.”

He had you there. You undoubtedly knew better, knew it all along, but you hadn’t cared. Not when you were drunk in how Mark made you feel. “You’re right,” came out in a sigh, softening only a little. “But this was just sex. You’re the one that tried to make it more.”

Seeing you calm slightly, Mark moved closer to you and shrugged. “Why is that so wrong?”

“Because we had one big fight and you immediately went out to fuck another girl,” you told him, the mental image leaving a bitter taste on your tongue.

Mark shook his head and inched closer. “Nothing happened,” he sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “I realized that I had feelings for you.”

You could only keep deflecting for so long. It killed you every time he voiced his love for you and you didn’t say it back. You knew it wounded him deeply.

At your silence, Mark came within arms’ reach of you and whispered, “Where do we stand now?”

In the time you had known him, Mark had never sounded so vulnerable. You couldn’t look at him, couldn’t meet the hurt in his eyes. His voice alone was breaking you down.

“Nowhere,” you replied harshly, fighting back tears. “We have nothing together. Not a thing to stand on.”

Mark winced at that.

You thought of the baby and couldn’t stop the tears from slipping down your cheeks. “This entire relationship was built on sex and revenge. What did you expect?”

Mark closed the last of the distance between you, cradling your cheek in his broad hand and wiping away a tear with his thumb. “I never expected to feel the way I do about you,” he said, breath hot on your skin.

You peered up at him and your heart beat uncontrollably, but you planted your feet. “What do you want me to say?” you asked shakily, reaching up to lace your fingers through his to steady yourself.

“The truth,” he replied without missing a beat. “Tell me you love me.”

You rolled your eyes and snapped, “For fuck’s sake, Mark. Is that what this is about? I don’t love you!”

“You’re such a liar,” Mark hissed, sweeping you up in his arms and kissing you hard.

Your eyes fluttered closed and you locked your arms behind his neck, kissing him back with need. His feet moved urgently between yours until you weren’t surprised to feel the wall at your back, whimpering softly.

“Your body doesn’t lie to me,” Mark growled, tugging at your bottom lip with his teeth. Rough hands roamed your hips and the curves of your waist.

Your eyes rolled back when he kissed your neck and you set your nails to his back. Pressing your lips to the shell of his ear, you whispered, “I’m crazy about you. Is that what you want to hear, you bastard?”

“Every goddamn word,” Mark rasped back, pulling away just enough to look into your eyes before smashing his lips on yours again.

You carded your fingers into his hair, breath catching with the rush of his kisses. Mark hooked your leg over his hip and melded himself to you as close as physically possible. You felt light-headed; like you couldn’t breathe, like he was smothering you with his heat.

The tugging in your core reminded you of his baby in your belly. This was the time to tell him, you thought. You made the baby together from a place of passion and fire, not just revenge and anger. Mark was in love with you, he would forgive you for hiding it from him.

He would make sure everything would be okay.

A phone rang and Mark had no problem ignoring it. You would have, until you realized it was coming from his back pocket.

“Mark,” you spoke worriedly, gasping at a hard suck on your neck. “It could be your Mom.”

At that, Mark quickly fished the loudly chiming phone out of his pocket and answered without looking, “Hello?”

Your brow furrowed when you saw his expression fall.

Mark’s voice trembled, “Dad?”

Your eyes widened.

“Yeah, I, uh…,” Mark stammered.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. The spell was broken and you were back to reality. You slipped from his grasp and Mark, too in a state of shock, didn’t try to stop you.

“Okay, I know where that is. I can be there in fifteen minutes.”

You placed your hands on his chest, moving to cradle his face in your grasp. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” said Mark, looking at you expectantly.

You nodded and told him, “Go. I’ll be here.”

Mark pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth before turning and heading out the door with keys in hand.

You stood there a moment, eyes glistening with unshed tears. Then, you grunted at another sudden cramp deep in your belly, placing a hand over your stomach. “It’s okay, little one,” you crooned. “When Daddy gets back, I’m gonna tell him about you.”

Mark gripped the steering wheel tightly. He could still feel the warmth of your kisses on his lips. You loved him back. You were just as mad for him as he was for you. Joy blossomed in his chest. He had finally found someone that could love him.

At this late hour, the park was closed. Mark hopped out of the car and approached the lone figure sitting on one of the many empty benches.

Skipping greetings altogether, his father said, “Your mother called.”

Mark didn’t hide his shock as he took the spot next to him. “I’m surprised.”

“Her fiance went off the deep end,” said Mr. Tuan, turning to face his son and draping his arm over the back of the bench. “Found out you’ve been sleeping with your stepsister.”

Mark was quick to correct, “She’s not my stepsister yet.”

Mr. Tuan clicked his tongue. “Well, sounds to me like she won’t ever be now.”

Mark blinked, hope shining in his eyes.

His father saw it and he simpered. Clapping his son on the shoulder, he asked, “Why don’t you tell me what’s going on?”

Mark sighed, wondering how in the hell he would ever convey any of it, especially his feelings. “I admit, I… saw an opportunity for free sex and I took it.”

Mr. Tuan shrugged. “Nothing wrong with that as long as it’s between two consenting adults.”

“We just,” Mark stammered, trying to put it into words. “It started out as revenge, you know. We were both so pissed they were engaged. We thought they would fuck around for a bit and go their separate ways, but… I don’t know. There was a rush because we were doing it for the wrong reasons.”

“And what happened?”

Mark looked down at his hands and his voice softened, “It wasn’t about revenge anymore. I needed her. She needed me. And she became my best friend.”

“And?”

Mark met his father’s eyes and finally confessed, “I’ve never been in love before. I assume this is how it feels.”

Mr. Tuan grinned. “Hook, line, and sinker, my boy.”

Mark shook his head, feeling an ache beginning to fester. He had discussed his emotions more in one day than he had in his entire life up to that point.

His father was intrigued. “So, when did it go past sex and into something more?”

“We had a pregnancy scare. Ever since then, it’s been different. She’s different.”

“It woke her up, son. You will never have to worry about carrying a baby. Of being left alone to fend for yourself and a helpless little child.”

Mark set his jaw and snapped, “I would never leave her or my kid.”

“Think about it from her perspective. Imagine how scared she was.”

Mark groaned heavily, running a hand down his face at how selfish he had been where you were concerned. “I only saw it as her being ashamed of me. That some deadbeat asshole had knocked her up.”

His father chuckled and teased, “Are you a deadbeat asshole?”

Mark groaned, “Come on, Dad.”

“I’m serious. What made her think she would have to take care of a baby all on her own? Is it the fact you still haven’t grown up yet and she can’t raise two children?”

Mark grit this teeth. “I only get fucked up when I think about that bastard screwing my mother.”

His father grew stern, “Mark, do you see me? Are you really looking?”

“Yes.”

“I lost everything. I lost you. I lost your mother. I was high off my ass more often than I wasn’t. Your mother didn’t have to try and make things work with me for as long as she did.”

Mark frowned. “I know.”

“You wanna be like me? Constantly fucking up and having to start at square one again?”

“No.”

Mr. Tuan tugged at his son’s shoulder and chided, “If this girl means anything at all to you, you better get your shit right. You think you’re in control of it now. You think you can just take it and leave it. Hell no. You’re wrong, my son.”

“I get it, Pops.”

“No, you don’t. You’ll start thinking you gotta be drunk just to get through the day and your life will pass you by. And listen, she may stay by you for a while. Women are resilient like that. But once a baby is in the picture, she will leave your ass to protect that kid. And rightly so.”

Mark could feel tears burning his eyes. He could see where it all went wrong and how hard it would be to make things right. “What if she doesn’t love me? What if she leaves me anyway?”

Mr. Tuan cocked his head. “What if the two of you die old farts together?”

Mark sighed loudly, the corners of his mouth lifting. “I gotta go, Dad.”

“Good,” said his father, rising from the bench. “Now that I’ve taken care of you, I’m on my way to your mother. I don’t think she needs to be alone right now.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Get going,” he said, giving his son a gentle push toward the car.

Meanwhile, if not for Jackson, you would have sat on the couch and watched the clock until Mark came back. You were pulsing with adrenaline and anxiety. You played the scenario over and over in your head. Mark picking you up and swinging you around the room with glee at finding out you were pregnant. Or fainting and landing somewhere on the floor.

Fortunately, Jackson returned home and graciously offered to keep you company.

On the couch with your head in your hand, you began, “I can always count on you to be honest, Jacks. How fucked up do you think I am?”

He chortled. “On a scale of one to Madonna, you are one of the least fucked up people I know.”

“I’ve been having sex with my future stepbrother. I have probably broken our parents’ engagement.”

Jackson spoke gently, “I think hurting, angry people find each other and they can either destroy or heal one another.”

You shook your head, resistant. “There is no hope for people that make a relationship from no strings attached sex. It just doesn’t work.”

“There have always been and always will be strings. He was looking for someone to love him and you were looking for someone to save you.”

You wrinkled your nose. “Save me from what?”

“From being one of those cynical, miserable people that doesn’t believe in love anymore.”

Glaring, you hissed, “Mark told you about my mother.”

Jackson countered, “No, he told me about your father.”

You snorted.

“So, you and Mark skipped a couple steps. Big deal. You went straight to bed, but you found best friends in each other,” said Jackson rather passionately. “At the end of the day, isn’t that what we’re all looking for? A best friend you can have mind-blowing orgasms with?”

You laughed.

Jackson tapped his fingers over your hand and asked the looming question, “Do you love him?”

That was never the problem. You replied, “I don’t trust him.”

Jackson seemed to understand. “Trust is earned.”

“I’ve never… felt about anybody how I feel about him.”

Jackson smiled.

You murmured sadly, “But it’s not enough.”

“That’s where we disagree,” said Jackson, eyes falling to the figure who had just arrived.

Mark appeared around the corner. You had been so caught up in your conversation with Jackson that you didn’t hear the door open and close. Having been listening, Mark met your eyes and tilted his head toward the hallway.

You got to your feet, following after him.

Mark glanced over his shoulder and scolded, “So, we’re doomed because we fucked before we dated?”

You rolled your eyes. “You know what I meant.”

He faced you, nodding. “I do, because I know you. I know you better than anyone else.”

Your voice faltered, “Then, you know I’m scared.”

“I don’t care how this started,” Mark told you, his voice softening only a little, but the tenderness began to show in his eyes. “But I give a damn how it ends.”

“You know how this ends. We both do.”

“We can be so much more.”

“We can. Doesn’t mean that we will.”

Mark bristled with frustration. “Why do you give up this easily? Do I need to kiss you again?”

You were shaking with emotion. At any moment you were going to confess everything to him. “Because I know how much it hurts when it’s gone. I don’t want to feel that ever again.”

Mark planted his feet. “I won’t leave you.”

“You can’t promise that.”

“I can promise to love you every moment we’re together.”

You knew he was winning. He was relentless. Your lips trembled. “I don’t want to love you, Mark.”

His eyes lit up. “But you do.”

“I do.”

Mark cradled your face, staring at you like you held the answers to the universe. “You’re not the only one that’s scared, baby. Everyone I loved has left me, too.”

You couldn’t dwell on that anymore, it made you want to curl into a ball and cry your eyes out. Lifting on your toes, you pressed your lips to his to silence all doubts, once and for all.

Mark tangled his fingers in your hair, kissing you with everything he had and all that he was. He needed you so badly he didn’t know what to do. You healed the wounds deep inside him, filled even the deepest hole in his heart.

Then, another cramp in your belly; one that put all the others to shame. You broke the kiss and swayed in his arms, whispering, “Something’s wrong.”

Mark looked at you worriedly, holding you tight. “What?”

You whimpered, face tensing with tears. Pain was suddenly and sharply burning deep inside you, threatening to rip you apart. “I...,” you choked out, knees buckling.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Mark exclaimed, frantic. He supported your weight, realizing you would sink to the floor if not for his grip on you. Your eyes were wide with fear and the blood had drained from your face. Mark could feel his heart thundering with adrenaline.

You cried out in pain, sinking your fingers into his sleeves. “It’s the baby,” you finally choked out.

Mark froze, his mouth running dry. The room began to spin around him. “You’re pregnant?”

You nodded, shaking with nerves. With a sob, you pleaded with him, begged him to make the pain stop - to make everything okay. Like you naively thought it would be.

Mark peered down at you, gathering you in his arms before you could collapse to the ground, and saw the crimson running down your legs. “Jackson,” he yelled at the top of his lungs, cradling you to his chest. “Call an ambulance!”

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◇The Prince and The Punk◇

Chapter 9: End of the Rope

Word count: 1,802

Warnings: language

A/N: YOU THOUGHT I WAS DONE?! FAR FROM IT!! I had sever writer's block so I'm back y'all and I'm gonna finish this before the new year. I can't leave y'all hanging in 2020.

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Ransom dreaded the days ahead as it all too quickly became Saturday evening, he sat on his bed, looking at the black tv screen. Messages came from Clarissa saying that she was excited to spend dinner with him tonight and pictures of her in different dresses followed through, some more revealing than the last. But Ransom didn't care what she wore, he rarely ever did. He remembered the first time they went on a date, to get acquainted with each other and the potential future they had together. He remembered being told to be on his best behavior by his parents, remember the way her very short dress hugged her tightly. Second hand embarrassment crossed his mind as he remembered only staring at her breast during dinner, getting a little handsy with her on the way to the car, and finally getting her out of that tight dress in the backseat.

Things slowly began to take a turn, the first time she actually hit him was when he raised his voice at her over a stupid argument. He remembered feeling ashamed, but the hitting became more often as the little things he did annoyed her. Ransom remembered her slapping him across the face in public at the bar for being friendly with the bartender. The time she shut him out in the rain for getting the wrong purse for her birthday. But the worse was when he didn't want sex, she would scratch, bite and hit him for refusing any advances made by her.

He felt trapped. Doomed to be in this relationship forever.

But things were different now, he wouldn't have to go through this anymore after tonight. Tonight he was going to get his life back, even if it meant losing everything.

Ransom rubbed the small amount of stubble on his chin and checked his watch one last time, "Let's get this over with."

The restaurant was simple yet grand, something that would at least satisfy Clarissa who was picky on where they ate. "What made you want to go on a date all of a sudden?" She asked him as they pulled into the valet, letting the attendees open the car door for them.

"It's been a while and we've both been working hard." Ransom smiled as he walked with her through the doors and were promptly sat at their table.

"Aw, babe, you're such a sweetheart when you're not being dumb." Clarissa said, "You should have shaved your face, you're starting to look like a hobo."

Ransom laughed, despite the mean comments as they ordered, "I'll remember that."

As expected, during the whole dinner Clarissa talked about herself and her school work, if it wasn't school work, it was cheerleading, if it wasn't cheerleading, it was her life. Ransom, sat and listened to the whole thing, zoning in and out of Clarissa's speech, she could be a filibuster with the way she talked.

"And also, when are we going to be getting anything from your grandfather?" She asked, "That old geezer should totally help us pay for our wedding, I'm sure he has the money for it, plus it's just two more years until we get married, do you think he'll stay alive that long? That house nurse looks like she's sucking him dry and not just in the boring way."

Ransom's jaw clenched, "You know, babe, funny you should mention my grandpa." He chuckled darkly, "He's not giving us shit, my family isn't even his fucking will, can you believe that?"

Clarissa's jaw dropped, "what the fuck? How are your parents going to pay mine back?" She seethed, "That fucking old dick, we have the right to his money!"

"I don't know how my parents are going to pay yours back, it's messed up actually, because since he told me that, I'm ending this relationship."

"You're…. What?" She asked, dropping her fork, "You're fucking with me Ransom, you can't just 'end this relationship', we're engaged basically."

"There's no paperwork saying that we're together," Ransom said, standing up from the table, "so I'm done, I'm done with how you treat me like shit, beat on me and assault me. We're done Clarissa, I'm serious. You will get nothing from my family."

The whole restaurant stood still, watching Ransom and Clarissa, hushed voices could be heard but it was clear that everyone knew this was a break up.

"Ransom, you can't do this!"

"But I just did, waiter, she's paying for the dinner, I forgot my wallet at home." Ransom said, turning and walking out the door, Clarissa chasing after him.

"Where the fuck are you going?!" She yelled, "You can't leave me here!"

The car was brought around and Ransom received his keys, getting into his BMW and rolled down the window, "Call an Uber."

"You're gonna fucking regret this!"

"I don't have anything to regret if it gets me away from you, eat shit Clarissa. " Ransom said as he pulled away from the restaurant, down the road while Clarissa stood in shock.

Monday rolled around as your weekend went by, taken up by work and school work, it was strange but not unusual to not hear from Ransom, but you saw his BMW in the parking lot at school and figured he had a busy weekend like you did. What you weren't expecting was Clarissa's dirty look as she walked by your car, weird. Later that day you found Ransom in the library, wearing the leather jacket you picked out for him. He looked gorgeous, his skin glowed and he had a smile on his face, which only grew more wide when he saw you. The warm smile made your heart flutter as you sat across from him.

"What's that look for?" You asked him, "finally understand your math homework?"

"I broke up with Clarissa."

Your eyes widened, "Seriously? Is that why she was giving me a dirty look today?"

"Ignore her," he said, "I got tired of it, of her, controlling me and making me feel like shit."

"God damn, I'm happy for you then, what girl are you gonna swoon next?" You laughed, but felt a sting in your chest from the thought of Ransom being with someone else. That wasn't jealousy was it? No, no, you don't get jealous. Especially not over a himbo like Ransom fucking Drysdale.

"I don't know," he said, stroking the imaginary beard he had, his blue eyes staring deep into yours, "I could try to swoon you, make you my girl, my sweetheart."

Oh fuck.

You both burst out laughing as people who walked by gave you both looks.

"Shut the hell up Ransom!" You said, wiping tears off your face. The statement only made your heart swell more, Ransom was your friend and that was the boundary that was set.

"Alright, alright, it was worth a shot," He smiled, "but do I still get to take you out places?"

"You can take me anywhere you wanna go Ransom, I'm always down for a road trip with you, even to the store." You smiled as you stood up from your seat, "I gotta get going, I got work today, catch you later?"

He nodded, "have a good day at work, sweetheart."

"Eat shit, Ransom."

You walked out to your car, noticing as you got closer, your tire was flat. "Fucking great-" not one, but two, and they weren't just flat, your tires were slashed. You blood began to boil as you looked around for the culprit, your eyes landing on the cheerleading squad, laughing loudly with some of the football players. Among them you saw Clarissa, laughing and smoking a cigarette.

You tried to rationalize that maybe she wasn't the one that slashed your tires, maybe it was someone else who had it out for you. But who? That's when she made eye contact with you, a big smug look on her face.

Ok, this bitch is just asking for it.

You marched across the parking lot to group, silence falling as you walked up to Clarissa.

"Hey, it's y/n! What's up?!" She asked.

"You slashed my tires." You answered, it wasn't a question, but you know it was a fact.

Clarissa gave an exaggerated gasp, "what?! Why would I do that?"

"Listen, Clarissa, I don't know what you have against me, but if this is about you and Ransom breaking up, leave me out of this. I'll give you a chance to pay for my tow and tire replacement before I-"

"Hm, I assumed Ransom told you we broke up?" She asked, stepping closer to you, "or were you waiting for him to break up with me? Controlling him so you could get your slutty hands on him."

"Ok," you breathed, getting annoyed by the minute, "first of all, I have no interest in Ransom, he's just my friend and-"

"A friend you're fucking," she scoffed, "you don't think I noticed the way he looks at you?! Spending all his time with you?! What would he ever see in you? You're probably not even a good fuck."

You snapped, clenching your hand into a fist as you reeled back and-

A arm wrapped around your shoulder, another grabbing your wrist, you looked up to see Ransom, staring daggers at Clarissa.

"I called a tow truck, go to my car." He said sternly, it was the first time you actually listened to him without fighting back.

Your shoulders relaxed as you began to walk away, Clarissa was clearly about to say something when Ransom turned his back to her. You stood silently at his car, looking at your pathetic little Volkswagen. Your blood still boiled, wanting to get back at Clarissa, but you knew it wouldn't do you any good.

Ransom was taking pictures of your tires, probably for insurance purposes, "I'll change your tires at my place, you should call your job and tell them you'll be late."

"I can't get to work, I'm gonna need to call out." You sighed.

"I'll take you and pick you up, it's the least I can do for you." He said.

You felt your gut twist at his kind action, why the hell were you in the middle of this? And why did you feel so weak? Pulling out your phone you began walking in a circle around his car, calling your manager to say that you weren't coming in today. Thankfully, she understood and didn't ask questions, the tone of your voice was all she needed to know something was wrong. Hanging up, the bright yellow flashing lights of the tow truck came to a halt in front of your car, Ransom gave the man his address and soon your car was towed.

"Let's get going." He smiled as you both got into his car and followed.

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scvereignty · 5 years ago

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introduction i.

A D E L A I D E W I N D S O R ( p r i n c e s s o f e n g l a n d )

bespoke houndstooth blazers, watching your mare come second place, exposed lace garters, sipping from a bottle of warm champagne, grey skies, french erotica, a wet slip dress with nothing underneath, white roses, reciting passages by heart at parties, mascara-stained sheets, sitting by open windows despite the cold, black velvet, heavy books by pretentious authors, jewels at the breakfast table, the dirty hem of a long dress, hidden gardens, purple hickeys on pale thigh, smoking in secret, sleeping naked, perfect tennis whites & an immaculate backhand, bows in tangled hair, audrey hepburn films & grace kelly sensibility, placing their hand over your neck mid-kiss and squeezing hard, oversized sunglasses paired with red eyes and dark circles, never wearing the same coat twice, the weight of history, the shot that puts down a lame horse, perfect posture, lingerie and silk in the library, sucking whip cream off of strawberries, making love in the stable, watching the sunrise from the garden in an evening gown.

age: twenty-one

nicknames: di, rosie, little princess

sexuality: heterosexual ( publicly ) / bisexual ( private, exploring )

gender: cisgender female

title: her royal highness

( + ) elegant, graceful, intelligent, clever, intuitive, adaptable, creative, impulsive, sensual, motivated, self-confident, hard-working, mature, modest, reliable, outspoken ( - ) pretentious, aloof, melancholy, judgemental, private, elusive, deceptive, guarded, secretive, unforgiving, sensitive, affected, mistrusting, self-destructive, changeable, indecipherable

UNDER THE CUT : HISTORY, TRIVIA, & CONNECTIONS !

A BRIEF HISTORY ;

the youngest windsor & only princess of england!

i’m currently keeping her actual childhood/family background undecided until i get the chance to plot with her brother(s), but as per the connection description: the siblings were initially v close while their parents were rather absent

notably, adelaide & her brother james had an extremely special relationship. as the eldest and youngest of the brood, from the time adelaide was born, james’s affection for her was almost paternal in many ways — and she loved him to pieces.

literally, like, there are shots of james walking adelaide hand-in-hand into her primary school, and even as they got older, she considered him her best friend and biggest protector. this is highkey inspired by my own grandmother & how she describes her relationship w her own late brother uwu

a charming, odd child, who was labelled as an old soul very early in life. very well mannered and mature, but prone to somewhat unusual flights of fancy

a lowkey trouble maker -- or rather, incredible adept at being subtle. with at least one wild elder brother, it was both easy to learn from their mistakes and appear innocent in comparison

as adelaide got older, that old soul developed some of the troubles they’re ought to. she craved art, passion, love, justice, intense emotion, experience. she engaged in these behaviours moderately and with subtlety, particularly in comparison to silas. she was/is less about wild partying and more about deep experiences, and as such there have rarely been any stories about the little princess and drinking/inappropriate behaviour

she had always had a changeable nature and was susceptible to bouts of depression, but the death of james hit her in a way she has yet to recover from. while the whole family was devastated, no one took it harder than adelaide, who to this day calls him the love of her life

for the two years since his murder, adelaide has been in a poor mental and emotional place. unable to fully move on despite the time that has passed, she has both retreated further into herself and sought out unhealthy methods of coping ( ie. the usual -- alcohol, travel, and occasionally drugs )

hence she’s chosen to come to genovia, a decision that surprised even her parents. remaining in london has kept her in the throes of mourning, so she hopes to let go of some of her grief by arriving somewhere new and attempting self care

reputation & aesthetics tend to be very immaculate and proper, so it’s often a surprise to those that find out the young princess has that darker, troubled, sensual side to her - that she can drink gin straight without wincing, or has bruises and hickeys beneath her silk blouse

has never had any desire to rule/never considered it an option, but instead focuses her life on the betterment of people but domestic to the uk and worldwide through charity & philanthropy

TRIVIA ;

the nickname for her in the uk is “the english rose,” or several variants (“the little rose,” etc) due to her fair complexion & nature. her reputation is very princess diana-esque: a modern, classy woman who devotes her time to philanthropy & charity

considered a fashion icon!

an extremely accomplished horse rider, considered one of the best competitors in britain despite not actively competing in years. she’s down showmanship, jumping, dressage, & eventing. yes, she is the horse girl

despite her tiny height, form, and general fairylike facial features, this girl can drink a surprising amount of people under the table. is this a sign of a Problem? CERTAINLY

if you think you are the most beautiful and/or incredible thing to walk this earth, she thinks you are incredibly stupid. she’ll name 14 pieces of art right NOW that are more interesting than ur looks

makes a habit of calling out those that are arrogant/rude

she started smoking when she was fourteen. her parents still don’t know.

camilla macaulay, grace kelly, and princess diana are probably her biggest inspos

very accomplished liar - she has an incredible poker face

she wears a locket james gave her every day. he had it specially made with an inscription (either a quote from a little princess or the secret garden, i haven’t decided), but since then she’s had the other side inlaid with a photo of him :c

her favourite disney movie is alice in wonderland, which is also one of her favourite novels

PLOTS & CONNECTIONS ;

the best friend: self explanatory! very open to how their friendship came about and when, but someone who knows adelaide intimately, and one of the few that can still read her even when she’s putting on her otherwise immaculate facade

the no-good: someone that would have been her corrupter, perhaps, or thought to be -- until they realized she was not the delicate thing one would seem. could be friends with benefits, drinking buddies, someone who encourages self-destructive behaviours, or any combination of this.

the counsel: young as she is, adelaide knows herself intimately, and as such knows a great deal about women in general -- this muse is coming to her for advice on how to court mignonette (or another lady)!

the lionheart: a dear friend, and someone similar to adelaide insomuch as her old soul, maturity, devotion to philanthropy, etc. someone to either decry or poke fun at the triviality of so much around them

the skinny love: it’s been the wrong time since childhood. but it’s always been the right time to hold terrible affection for each other. how heartbreaking, to keep on watching but never kissing.

the charged: inspired by this gif set. the true terrible influence, unhealthy relationship, disaster in a glass bottle. they infuriate each other, say the worst things that can be said. then they let it out in bed -- or almost go. getting closer every time

the antagonist: preferably a princess or someone of noble enough birth that they could have attended the same academy in their teen years. alternatively, could just be a pair that runs into each other frequently at those fancy aristocratic events. ( x ) is someone that leans into that queen B(itch) trope, or otherwise is confident to the point of arrogance/is unphased by potentially offending others by saying what they want, when they want. adelaide, blank-faced over her glass, calls this person out for their behaviour. as such, an intense dislike starts to brood between the two

the affair: we talking sex, we talking scandal, we talking familial outrage. we can talk more about specific circumstances, but i am very solid on the aesthetic of That Scene in atonement: aka green dress, up against the library walls during a dinner party, walked in on at the perfectly terrible moment. my initial thought was that these two met for the first time when the windsor’s were hosting a dinner/ball/celebration or something in honour of this royal/important family, and adelaide and ( x ) had incredible chemistry -- or at least sexual attraction. it only takes a few hours and several glasses of champagne for them to end up in the library in an entirely compromising position before someone walks in on them and snitches to the family. the whole evening is absolutely ruined, both sets of parents in disarray, and while the press never hear why the night was the fiasco, there are now rumours of tension between the two families/nations. alternatively, this could have been started some time long ago and wasn’t 100% a one-off

the young love: adelaide’s longest relationship, which began sometime in late high school or early college and lasted several years. preferably someone of royal blood, because this was in many ways - especially aesthetically - the Perfect Relationship. not only was adelaide wildly in love with them, but their relationship was public, and the press considered it an incredible feat that a prince and princess would naturally begin dating. this kind of aesthetic, ja feel? everyone that knew them felt they would get married, including adelaide. but for whatever reasons you like, this little prince broke up with her, and subsequently broke her heart & dashed her dreams. prior to james’s death, this was the greatest pain she ever endured. still do this day if she references “my ex,” or compares a man to someone, it’s this guy. despite whatever time has passed between break-up and now, adelaide still treats him with some disdain -- she’s both still hurt, and still harbouring lingering affection for him.

the exploration: the first woman that made adelaide question her sexuality !! i’m open as to what this is, how it happened etc; whether anything physical occurred or they were merely flirtatious and physically close; if it was one-sided or reciprocated, etc.

#genoviaintro #phew ok we done #allp.a

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sweetlysilent · 7 years ago

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I Drew This For You

Requested By: Anonymous

could i request a peter and reader where the reader is a shy painter and secretly has a crush on peter so everyday she draws pictures in a sketchbook for him. one day she loses it and peter finds it and realizes her feelings

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Description: You were the shy person at school, nobody really noticed you, which was the whole objective. However, you did have a huge crush on the one and only Peter Parker. You spent a good portion of your time drawing him or painting him in your sketchbook, but one day it goes missing, putting you in a panic to find it before he did.

Warnings: None, it’s just really cute and sweet.

Word Count: 1,857

A/N: So this is just really dorky and sweet and ugh I just wish Peter Parker was real!!!!

Like every normal school day, you walked in, nobody really paid attention to you, which you mentally were thankful for, thus leaving you to doing what you did best, drawing.

But who you were drawing was another story, you drew your one and only crush Peter Parker, he’d be standing by his locker sometimes, or walking with his best friend Ned, no matter where he went, you still managed to draw him.

Today, he was standing in the middle of the hallway, staring off at his one and only crush Liz.

You couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealously, you wished deep down he’d look at you like that, but you knew there would never be a chance in the world, mainly since he didn’t know you existed.

So you would watch in sadness as his heart chased another girl, wishing it was you he was chasing after.

The bell would then ring, signaling you to get to class before you were late, and that's exactly what you did, just like every other day.

You'd sit down at your table, Peter and Ned walking in a few minutes before the late bell would ring, taking their seats and then the teacher would start the lesson, except today was different.

You'd normally draw during class, but today you couldn't, mainly because the teacher had assigned a group project, and you were the lucky winner to be in a group with none other than Peter and Ned.

Your eyes widened in fear, hearing your name being called as the teacher announced the groups, you could see Peter and Ned look behind them at you.

They both turned around, pulling their chairs up to your desk, making you visibly shake, this wasn't the way it was supposed to go.

"Hey Y/N right?" Ned smiled, making you blink a few times before nodding.

"You're not much of a talker are you?" Peter smiled, making your eyes widened a bit, you were mentally hitting yourself as you once again nodded in response.

"Well, we should probably get started." Ned laughed, beginning to work on the project, but Peter was too focused on you, he couldn't figure you out, he could tell there was a part of you that nobody knew, but he didn't know why.

"Peter, stop staring man, it's creepy." Ned nudged Peter's elbow, making his cheeks tint red from embarrassment for being caught staring.

You on the other hand, were more focused on the project rather than anything, but you felt your heart beat a bit quicker when you heard the words leave Ned's mouth.

Peter had been staring at you, but the question was why? You didn't think you were giving off any hints that you liked him, you were praying that you weren't anyways.

"This is an in class assignment, we'll be working on this for the rest of the week, so make sure you come to class." The teacher added, walking around the room to observe everyone's work so far.

The teacher came around to your group, peering over your shoulders along with Peter's and Ned's. You always hated when they did something like that, it felt so awkward and uncomfortable, you never knew what you could do or not do with them so close.

You felt a tap on your shoulder, making you glance up at the teacher who's eyes moved towards your sketchbook, making your face heat up instantly.

"Y/N, I've told you many times I don't want to see this in my classroom." The teacher scolded, making your heart beat quickly.

"I-I know, I-I'm sorry.." You mumbled, reaching for the sketchbook, but the teacher stopped you, placing their hand on it.

"I think I'm just going to confiscate it for today, come back for it at the end of school." The teacher gave a small smile, making your eyes widen with fear.

If they looked through it, you would be so screwed, they would know all your darkest secrets, and that you liked Peter.

"Damn man, that sucks." Ned muttered, watching the teacher walk away with your sketchbook.

"I didn't know you could draw, you should show me sometime." Peter smiled, trying to engage you in a conversation.

"Y-Yeah, maybe?" You mumbled more in a questioning way, making Peter's eyes light up a bit.

"You seem pretty tense though, what's in there anyways?" Ned questioned, making you freeze for a split second, your eyes flickering to Peter then to Ned.

"Uhm.. Uh.. N-Nothing.." You shrugged, continuing to write down answers on the paper in front of you.

Ned looked at you curiously, then at Peter who was also suspicious.

The bell eventually rang, making you let out a sigh of relief, the class felt like eternity for you.

You grabbed your belongings, rushing out the room to your next class, you needed this day to be over, you needed your sketchbook back.

"Dude what is Y/N hiding, it's all I can think about!" Ned shouted, making Peter chuckle and shrug at his best friend.

"Whatever it is, she doesn't want anyone to know." Peter grinned, grabbing ahold of his backpack straps.

The day went on and finally the last bell rang, meaning you could get your sketchbook back and feel safe once again.

"Hi, I'm here for my sketchbook." You smiled nervously, looking at the teacher who rolled their eyes slightly.

"That's strange, I could have sworn I put it right here.." The teacher mumbled, pushing stuff around in their drawers.

"Y/N, I promise I put it some place safe, but it's not here anymore." The teacher looked at you guiltily as they saw your face pale.

"I need to find it." You spoke quietly, before rushing out of the room to check lost and found.

You shoved all the items around, none of them being your sketchbook, your heart was beating so hard you could feel it in your throat.

Where was it? Who took it? Who's seen it?

You quickly went to go look in the hallways, turning the corner quickly, but enough to bump right into someone.

"Ow." You mumbled, glancing at you who had ran into, it happened to be Peter, who was also holding your sketchbook.

Your eyes widened as your eyes flickered to the book, then back to him, who was as equally surprised.

"I-I can e-explain." You stammered, your face flushing with embarrassment.

"Y/N, these are so good, I didn't know you could draw so well." Peter spoke up before you, making your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"Especially the ones of me." He added, a small smile forming on his lips.

"Y-You don't t-think it's w-weird?" You whispered, a small smile beginning to form on your lips also.

"No, in fact I really like them." He smiled, skimming through your sketchbook again, he was amazed when he found it, and even more surprised when he looked at all your drawings.

He knew he shouldn't have snooped, but he couldn't help himself, but he was glad he did, because the more he looked at your drawings, the more his feelings grew for you.

"I uh.. I drew them for you.." You smiled, making his eyes widen, a grin spreading across his face.

"Really? You didn't have to do that Y/N." He smiled, walking closer to you, making your heart once again beat faster.

"I-I was going to give them to you.." You admitted, looking down at the floor, but you felt his fingers tilt your chin up so you were looking into his eyes.

"Thank you." He smiled, kissing your cheek, surprising not only you but himself too.

"If y-you couldn't tell, I-I really l-like you.." You mumbled, laughing quietly, making his heart melt.

He loved your laugh, it was like music to his ears.

"If it helps at all, I like you too Y/N, a lot." He smiled, making your cheeks red, he liked you, Peter Parker liked you, not Liz, you.

"Now since we have that settled, why don't you teach me some tricks, I want to draw you too." Peter grinned, making you laugh once again.

"Alright Parker, lets see what you got." You shot back, surprising yourself at how forward you were, making him laugh at your reaction as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

"I'm going to nail it." Peter joked, making you roll your eyes playfully.

"We'll see." You smiled, as Peter handed you back your sketchbook.

"No, you keep it." You laughed, placing the sketchbook back into his hand, as he watched you in confusion.

"I drew them for you, didn't I?" You smiled, making his heart melt once again, he was so thankful Ned had talked him into looking at your sketchbook, if he hadn't none of this would have happened, and in that moment he realized he would be lost without you.

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soysaucevictim · 5 years ago

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Week 5 of everything. Finishing a Challenge, halfway through this Program...

(A bit late again...)

Apr. 11

I woke up some time after 1PM.

The first thing I got to doing was making the second/last Hello Fresh Meal of the week - Lemon Chive Chicken. FINALLY something that went over more unanimously well. Mostly because I could easily not put that lemony sauce on bro’s chicken. I liked pretty well myself (not my top fave, but happy enough for reprisal.)

Much of the rest of the day was spent chatting, with some exercise thrown in.

First. today’s DD. 40 reverse plank kicks with EC (20/20). This was just a fun one to get done.

Last, Day 25 of the 60DoC. Level 3, no rest. Doing it basically in one go was very manageable. Arms definitely felt that one!

(Didn’t quite manage my time well enough to get around to doing the CRC. Had intended to wait for arms’ recovery - but... yeah.)

I also recently made a Habitica account with the username norvash_17. In case anyone cares about that.

Didn’t get to bed on time.

Apr. 12

I woke up proper a bit before 3PM.

First, today’s DD. 2′ arm scissors with EC. I counted 229 reps by the end of it - very close to 2/sec. But that pace was no less intense to maintain.

Second, Day 26 of the 60DoC. Level 3, 1′ rest (started at 30″, but decided a bit more rest was a good idea). Sometimes had a few moments to re-orient because it’s mildly awkward switching between seal jacks and jumping Ts (different axis of movement). This was also pretty winding!

Last, Day 25 of the CRC. 3x “chair“ rows to failure. 20-12-8 this time, with small hops counted as reps. Intense, but manageable.

Didn’t get to bed on time, but I did manage to make some art headway.

Apr. 13

I woke up a bit before 2PM.

One of the first things I did was starting on my exercise.

First, today’s DD. 50 forward lunges with EC. Tough, fatiguing, and aerobic... but manageable.

(After eating/digesting some food and watching more Dr. G...)

Second, Day 27 of the 60DoC. Level 3, 1′ rest. By just the first set, I knew this would take some digging in. I was right bushed, calves & quads were almost completely done by the end of it (the DD did suck some juice out of me, too). I like jacks - but split jacks are a bit low on the list (just a step easier than jumping lunges , but v similar in action.).

Last, Day 26 of the CRC. 2x30″ flex hang hold. Same condition of technique as much of the challenge. Even without complete clearance - it’s really intense!

Even though I didn’t get to bed on time, I did get some art headway in.

Apr. 14

I woke up a bit before 9AM.

One of the first things I did was arrange some notes to prepare myself for my psych appointment. It was over the phone, which I was somewhat anxious about. Didn’t run into many severe issues beside a small technical hiccup.

One of the first things I did after that was my exercise.

First, today’s DD. 1′ climbers with EC. I counted exactly 122 reps by the end of, a solid 2/sec. And I had fun with that.

(After dishes, dinner, shopping, and planning my fitness agenda...)

Second, Day 28 of the 60DoC. Level 3, 30″ rest. Calf raises are usually pretty low-key. But today, the calves felt everything. That was pretty fun and brisk - I was a bit tough on my knees, though.

Last, Day 27 of the CRC. 3x “chair“ rows to failure. 20-12-8, same approach and experiences as Day 25.

Spent the rest of my night working on art and chatting a bit. Didn’t get to bed on time.

Apr. 15

I woke up a bit after noon.

First, today’s DD. 1′ side leg raise hold with EC (30″/30″). Very fun and meditative balance work.

Second, Day 29 of the 60DoC. Level 3, 1′ rest. That kicked my ass, especially all the lunges (still glad for the small number of jumping lunge). Probably walked into this a bit under-hydrated, so that wasn’t ideal. But I got through it. Oof.

(After checking in with case manager over phone...)

Last, Day 28 of the CRC. 2x30″ flex hang hold. Similar experience as Day 26, took some digging in the last half of last set.

Then did some dishes. Also shared “Man’s First Friend“ with a friend, we both busted out the waterworks (dogs are too good for us). After some more chatting an some YouTube, I resumed work on art and sent out some WIPs.

Didn’t get to bed quite on time - but hey. Today went well enough.

Apr. 15

I woke up pretty much at 1AM.

First, today’s DD. 40 bridge taps with EC. A fun one, as usual, gotta mind how you roll on the shoulders.

(After some dishes and making dinner...)

Second, Day 30 of the 60DoC. Level 3, 30″ rest. Now this was a workout that inspired bliss in me - I love jacks in general, but a lot of half jacks really does the trick for me. I also chased that feeling with 2x1′ of bouncing on the spot. Calves/Achilles were p much done after that, but I enjoyed myself! =w=

(After an intense family incident, with regard to uncle... but commiserating with friend and binging SaSi with them, helped. I did feel better, eventually.)

Last, Day 29 of the CRC. 3x “chair“ rows to failure. I went for 20-15-10, just to ee nice numbers and try to squeeze a bit more out of me. I did this inordinately late, but I got done. Otherwise, it was a pretty similar experience to Days 25+27.

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Apr. 16

I woke up a bit after 1PM.

One of the first things I did was set out to cook our next Hello Fresh meal - Tunisian stuffed bell peppers. I personally really enjoyed it. Bro liked it enough to eat his whole plate.

After that, I did dishes and some organizing (bought some shelves for living room, for dad). Then, I went to get some exercise in.

First, today’s DD. 5′ raised arm hold with EC (lateral). That def took some digging in. Arms began to tremble in last minute or so. Eyes watered from the [good] pain - that’s honestly one reason I like this exercise (because somewhat prone to dry eyes.)

Last, Day 30 of the Chair Rows Challenge. 2x30″ flex hang hold. Also took some digging in. But all told, I got through it. It may be worth revisiting this challenge with greater increments (either I lift more of myself up at the height setting I was at or see if higher rings can better facilitate that.)

I didn’t get to bed on time again. Ah well.

Summary of Experience:

I’m still currently working on that 60 Days of Cardio Program, largely enjoying things thus far. But I’ll save full summary when done with it.

I finished the Chair Rows Challenge in April 16. First week, I had the gymnast rings hang pretty low maybe closer to 2.5′ off floor. I managed to start off with 30-15-10, for the “to failure days”.

Then, more securely attached the rings a bit higher (I think around 3′ off ground). Number dropped a bit, but I felt more engagement. I did qualify things based off of feeling my seat lift up (even a little, though there was at least a moment where it was considerably more) It was no less challenging at that level for me.

Ended up with 20-15-10. Looks like I still have a ways to go toward pulling off a pull-up. But I’m working on it!

#adventures with fitness #adventures with hello fresh #adventures with habitica #sharon watches dr. g

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i’m finally back home in melbourne and now it’s time to talk about kcon australia!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (both days).

so, i had to fly in from melbourne to sydney for this, and i flew in on thursday (but landed at 6pm, so couldn’t do early check in unfortunately...i was told from other people that victon were actually there just walking around the arena and exploring sydney on thursday so damn).

day 1

it takes over an hour to get to the convention from where i was staying, so my friend and i didn’t get there until about 10:30am?? and the first thing we did was join the first queue we saw (which ended up being the convention line). it was kind of disorganised bc no one knew what we were all queuing up for, and then we realised after ten minutes of queuing OH WE HAVE TO CHECK IN (we were p1), so we went further down, found the check in tent and managed to get our wristbands and scratch cards. scratched everything for day 1 and i got: audience for sf9 and hi touch with pentagon (WHICH WAS WHAT I WAS HOPING FOR SO I WAS SO SO SO HAPPY OMG).

sf9 were first up, and we were actually almost late for it, but we got in and they were cute and INSEONG. inseong’s always been my bias, but he really solidified it this kcon. his english is great (which i knew already!!), and he talked so much and I LOVE HIM OK. I LOVE THAT BOY. so sf9 were cuties. stayed in the audience to watch hi touch after their little meet and greet thing (shout out to kevin!!!!!), and they looked so happy and i kept yelling inseong’s name like the fangirl i am. he’s beautiful.

SO after the sf9 artist engagement was victon’s so my friend and i got something to eat. once we did, i came back for pentagon’s hi touch and started queuing up at the exact time i was supposed to (12:15pm). there were already people in the line, so i got in and sat down for over an hour in the hot, hot sun and it well and truly sucked bc i could feel myself melting. not a fun time. BUT worth it when we finally got in bc i was right in front so i got a GREAT view of the boys.

they did their meet and greet thing (kino danced to the key dance point of ‘like this’), and then hi touch began!!!!! order: yan an, shinwon, yeo one, e’dawn, jinho, hui, kino, hongseok, yuto and wooseok. YAN AN, SHINWON AND HUI ARE LIKE SUPER SUPER BEAUTIFUL IRL I WAS IN A W E. yeo one is my bias so ofc i was a mess when i saw him. i also remember e’dawn and jinho pretty clearly?? maybe bc i had the most eye contact with them? everyone else is sort of a blur now bc it went by so fast (like all hi touches). all i could think about was that this was the first group that i ever stanned pre-debut!! and i still remember bawling my eyes out watching pentagon maker when shinwon was eliminated (even with the knowledge that he got into pentagon in the end but STILL I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO HEARTBROKEN BY A ‘SURVIVAL SHOW’...even if it didn’t really end up being a survival show?? idk). so. I TOUCHED ALL THEIR HANDS IT WAS GREAT.

after that, i made my way inside the convention centre, and just stayed inside for like an hour or so bc it was too hot for me to even try to venture outside, but eventually i had to go out to line up for the red carpet, and when i went outside: MASSIVE LINE. it was 4:30pm :/ so of course, i lined up and then ended up making friends with the girl next to me (we were p1 left), and so at least i had someone to chill with for the next two hours of waiting in line (my friend didn’t go to red carpet, she only came in for the show). so lots more waiting until finally FINALLY we were let into red carpet. i was pretty much in the back, so i didn’t get to see much (esp when exo came out bc everyone lost it. lots of phones everywhere). and then we were (in a very, very disorganised manner) herded to the concert area, where there was more waiting, but i managed to find my original friend in the meantime!

eventually kevin came on to talk to us about hotels combined (the sponsor), and then cover dances, and it finally started. suho and sehun did some mcing and i cried. SUHO’S ENGLISH. MY HUSBAND. THE LOVE OF MY LIFE. so after them, first up was sf9!! they did: easy love, jungle game and fanfare. it was amazing (i was especially here for jungle game LOVED That dance). after them was pentagon. I LOST IT. my friend pushed me in front of her bc she knows i love them. they did: like this, can you feel it and gorilla. I WAS YELLING THEIR NAMES SO LOUD. oh, and kino did a solo dance at the beginning too. i think they did the piñata game?? but honestly, everything is a mess in my mind at this point, so i can’t remember for sure. after pentagon was victon! i don’t know them that well, but i’ve learnt all their names now (seungsik is soooooooooo cute ok THAT EYE SMILE). they did: unbelievable, blank and eyez eyez. i’m officially a fan now. then it was girl’s day!! i can’t believe i got to see girl’s day irl omg. minah is SO BEAUTIFUL. she came over to my section the most out of all the girls. i’m hyeri biased, but minah had a hold over me the whole time tbh. they did: i’ll be yours, something, expectation and ring my bell. I ACTUALLY GOT TO SEE SOMETHING AND EXPECTATION IN THE FLESH IT WAS INCREDIBLE. and then of course it was exo’s turn and i was YELLING SO LOUD BC MY BOYS. i’ve literally never in my life been so starstruck by a group before bc they’re EXO. they were RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME IN PERSON (minus d.o. and lay unfortunately though). i actually could have cried. i almost did. btw, chanyeol did a special stage of stay with me (from the goblin ost) with seola from wjsn and it was SO GREAT I LOVE THAT OST ONE OF MY FAVES ACTUALLY. ok so, exo performed: power, tender love, heaven, the eve and ko ko bop. I CAN’T BELIEVE I GOT TO SEE THE EVE LIVE THAT DANCE IS EVERYTHING GOOD IN THE WORLD. suho came over to my section and looked in my direction and smiled and his eyes literally GLITTERED and i have never felt so flustered in my life i almost sobbed. i’m actually really, really happy that i got to see ko ko bop and power live too bc i love love love the dance to power and they always look like they’re having the time of their life when they perform it (esp kai and he was so smiley!!). and then, before i knew it, it was all over and they all came out and said their final goodbyes and i had to go home. i was so exhausted, but still ready for day 2 of course.

OH, special stages were: pentagon peforming got7′s hard carry, sf9 performing exo’s monster and victon performing bts’ fire!!

day 2

so day 2 i was all by my lonesome bc my friend only wanted to go to day 1 (bc she wasn’t too familiar with the day 2 acts), so i headed off on my own a bit later this time since i already knew who i’d pulled for audience engagements/hi touch: wjsn and up10tion for audience engagement and monsta x for hi touch!! i’m not too familiar with wjsn and up10tion so i didn’t end up going to their audience engagement (i was also really, really tired), but i rocked up to the arena at about 11:30am for the monsta x hi touch (i still can’t believe i pulled monsta x bc they were the ones i wanted the MOST). there was already a line there (even though the queue for up10tion was still lining up), so i quickly got in line and had to wait even longer than pentagon this time since i came so early (but i knew there were going to be A LOT of monsta x fans). this time i learnt my lesson and brought an umbrella though, so it was a lot more bearable at least. so i sat there in line chatting with the girl in front of me (it’s really easy to make friends at these conventions and i’m shy as hell) who was a big monbebe. eventually, we got in, and then it was slightly cooler and kevin came out again to introduce monsta x and i was pretty close to the front? like maybe second row, so i had a wonderful view of all of them once again. KIHYUN WAS RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME I WEPT TEARS BC HE LOOKED IN MY DIRECTION AND SMILED. i’ve always been both wonho and kihyun biased, but i truly think that kihyun finally took the bias title for me (with wonho still at a close second) bc i honestly could not stop staring at that boy. jooheon did a rap and it was fire ofc. then hi touch started and i was FREAKING OUT. i was literally shaking so much. i’ve never been so nervous to do a hi touch before (and i’ve done a bunch of them), but monsta x has this effect over me idek. order: shownu, hyungwon, jooheon, wonho, i.m., kihyun and minhyuk. i just kept going HI SHOWNU HI HYUNGWON HI JOOHEON HI WONHO HI I.M HI KIHYUN HI MINHYUK bc i didn’t know what else to do or say. kihyun actually grasped my hand and i shook some more. he was so smiley!!!!!!!!! i don’t remember all that much of this hi touch, but def kihyun’s face. and minhyuk bc he was at the end and real cute too. and shownu bc i was hyping myself out since he was first haha.

so after hi touch i went to go grab some lunch, and chilled for about an hour before going back and then finding some of the friends i met yesterday. we ended up lining up for red carpet at about 4pm, since the line had already started, and we wanted to be in closer than before. so more hours lining up until we were finally, finally let in. unfortunately, wanna one didn’t do red carpet bc i heard their hi touch ran long or something? idk, so after red carpet, we were herded once again into the arena, but this time it was too fast and it was kind of like a mini stampede. it was kind of dangerous actually :/ but eventually we got to make out way inside, and this time i was actually a little closer to the stage, but bc of that it was more pushy. also wanna one fans were really energetic (hah). they were more crazy i feel than the day 1 fans at least, but again, maybe it was just bc i was closer to the stage this time? who knows.

anyway, so kevin comes out and does more ‘hotels combined’ talking, and then introduces the cover dances (which i feel were better than the day 1 ones. they did really good). and then inseong and rowoon did some mcing (which they also did yesterday), and jooheon and shownu did a special collab stage together. sf9 were up first again. this time they did: easy love, roar and fanfare. so instead of jungle game they did roar this time round. there was some ongoing theme of taking off their jackets that they seemed to start bc every other group kept doing it after them bc it was so hot haha. cue me screaming INSEONG some more bc INSEONG (also jaeyoon!!). after sf9 were up10tion. they did: runner, so dangerous and white night. again, i’m not that familiar with up10tion (i like wooshin but...he’s still getting better so he wasn’t there). sunyoul, hwanhee and jinhoo REALLY caught my eye though. and they’re songs were so good?????? why have i been sleeping on them. so yeah, they did their thing and were very, very cute. after up10tion was wjsn, and they did: happy, secret and catch me. i don’t know them that well either, but i do like secret (and the more than i listen to happy, the more that it grows on me). they also did a cover medley of kylie minogue’s locomotion and can’t get you out of my head (the girl next to me was a huge fan and burst into tears when she saw them). i don’t have a bias yet, but luda, exy, yeoreum and dawon though!!!!!!!!!! so, so beautiful omg. cheng xiao and bona weren’t there though :( then wanna one came out and the crowd went mad. as soon as energetic started, everyone had their phone up and i could barely see anything haha. they did: energetic, wanna be (my baby) and burn it up. they also did some talking in the middle and seongwoo literally came over to my section and sat down and did aegyo IT WAS BEAUTIFUL. jisung did too and all my vids of that are literally just me screaming JISUUUUUUNG at the top of my lungs bc MY FAVE OK MY FAVE BOY I ROOTED FOR HIM FROM THE START. minhyun also came over at one point and did his infamous dance and i’ve recently become a nu’est stan all over again so MORE SCREAMING FROME ME. and woojin came over and did a sexy dance legit right in front of me and i caught it on video it’s the most beautiful thing in the world i am #blessed. also, it was guanlin’s birthday so daehwi (bless that boy) brought it up off script and everyone sang happy birthday to him :’) it was so cute. so after wanna one and their little aegyo/sexy competition, it was monsta x’s turn. SO MUCH YELLING I WELL AND TRULY LOST MY VOICE. they performed: shine forever, beautiful, ex-girl, fighter and hero. I GOT TO SEE FIGHTER AND HERO IN PERSON MY TWO FAVE TITLE TRACKS FROM THEM!!!!!!!!! they did this thing where they proposed to this girl in the audience. i.m. said something cheesy haha, kihyun serenaded her (i survived that somehow), and then wonho. MY MAN WONHO. he went down to the crowd, gave her a heart, took her phone and took a selfie with her and hugged her. HIS FAN SERVICE IS NO JOKE. i know i’ve seen vids of their concerts and always known but actually seeing it live is something else entirely. my lightstick gave out halfway through their set too (prob bc it was too overwhelmed by monsta x as well haha). so yeah, anyway, they did hero and my phone ran out of space (luckily i had my ipod), and then it was over and everyone came out to say goodbye :( but monsta x were the only group to run to the end of the stage and bow again THEY’RE SO CUTE I LOVE MONSTA X SO MUCH I STAN THE RIGHT GROUP. i hope, hope, hope they come back down to australia again at some point (they were saying they would!!) and this time to melbourne too bc i would do just about anything to get to see them again. i love them :’)

conclusion

i am sooooooo tired still. and sore. i had to wake up the next morning at 4:30am bc i had a flight back to melbourne at 7am, and it’s great to be back home, but at the same time the post concert depression is so, so real, and i’ve hyped this up for so long that now i’m like what do i do?? what to look forward to now?? no, but really, it was such a wonderful experience, and i really hope that they do kcon australia again next year (this time in melbourne PLEASE I’M POOR). it’s kind of funny bc most of the people i met there weren’t actually from sydney (most were interstate, and there were a lot of melburnians there interestingly enough). but either way, it was kind of awesome that we all came together for this experience, and it was super, super easy to strike up conversations with people, so if you ever go alone, don’t be afraid to do it bc you’re bound to find someone you can latch onto and hang out with even if you’re introverted. also, make sure to dress appropriately (esp if it’s hot: wear sunscreen!! and bring an umbrella). i hate how they kept making us throw out our water to get into the convention/meet and greet centres when it was so important for us to stay hydrated :/ but anyway, that’s enough from me. i’m sorry this is long. if you got to the end, HOW?? it was so much fun and despite the hot sun and the waiting around for hours, i’d do it all over again :D

#kcon #kcon aus #kcon australia #sydney #quados bank arena #i don't think anyone will read this but i have to keep up my concert rants series bc they're like my diary entries somehow haha #concert rants #text

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